After theyve gone you lean over and whisper "come to my room when your finished you naughty boy" you pick upp your wine wink and walk out very elegant...y.I finish my shift and decide to come upto you room I knock and after a minute you open the door you pull me in and kiss me on the lips I kiss you back you take my hand and lead me to the desk chair you push me into the chair you rub me through my tousers and you can feel me getting hard. "you see your are a naughty boy what am i going to do to. I don't remember when it started but I began to get pleasure from being humiliated by men and I wanted them to punish me but to love me, unlike my father, who beat me, but without love and always attached to why God wanted him to. I abhored this. I came to hate my father. His very smile would make me sick to my stomach but I yearned for his love nonetheless. Pretty fucked up. I went from man to man searching for the right balance of being fucked, being owned, and being loved. That is a deadly. After Round Five, Sally ducked out of Lon's grip to vomit -- but she came back gamely. A half-dozen more tries elapsed before she said anything, backing off Lon's cock long enough to croak, "Cum!" I can't!" Lon replied miserably, "This ... hurts me."Sally spat into the bucket. "I'm hurting you?" No," Lon replied. "It hurts me to watch you suck it up, knowing you're not enjoying it." Oh," Sally pondered this. "But I'm ... happy! I'm doing it! I want you to enjoy it..." Sweetie, I can't remember. She laughed, "Well, no one can say youwere forced into this against your will. The enjoyment you feel is clearfor all to see." What are you going to do with those?" he asked, knowing what the answerwas likely to be. "Insurance," she said, in a matter of fact way, butconfirming his suspicions. "If you cause me any trouble at any time,these will be posted on the internet." Now slip your blouse on, please" she instructed.He struggled to do up the wrong-sided buttons. "That will come withpractice,.